Chapter 377 The Fallen Grace -3


    "W-what?" Adam stammers, his voice cracking as he nces back and forth between Falco and the mantled woman. His grip on his sword tightens, betraying his unease.


    "Do I have to repeat myself?" Falco''s voice cuts through the tense silence, sharp and devoid of emotion. His expression is unreadable, but the weight of hismand leaves no room for argument.


    I force myself to focus on the woman kneeling in the center of the chamber. Her frail form and prayerful posture seem utterly harmless, so unlike the Emberd Colossus, the fearsome guardian of the Nightshade Sanctum. The thought ws at the edges of my mind—why does she feel different? Why does she seem… vulnerable?


    "Still—" Adam''s weak protest is abruptly silenced by Aron''s sharp tongue.


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